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Chu Yang led Lin Xiaoman into the cargo hold.

The area here is enormous, and the height is no less than fifteen meters.

There were no fewer than a hundred Japanese guards, gathered in small groups, some playing cards, some drinking, and some laughing heartily, chatting about something that seemed to be making them so happy.

In an instant, everyone's eyes turned towards the gate.

"Hey! Who are you people?"

A burly, bearded man took a bite of the chicken leg in his hand and shouted a question.

Chu Yang took out the list in his hand and cleared his throat: "Where is shelf FD108?"

Upon hearing the visitor mention "FD108," almost everyone stood up simultaneously.

The bearded man threw the chicken leg in his hand on the ground and took a few steps forward.

"Kid! What exactly are you?"

Chu Yang dusted himself off, straightened his chest, and declared loudly, "A man of Great Xia!"

"Baka! Are all the people outside drunk? They actually let that big Xia pig in!"

The bearded man roared in anger.

"Chop them up and feed them to the fish!"

The Japanese guards around them immediately tried to rush forward.

Suddenly, the bearded man waved his hand, leering as he pointed at the beautiful, curvaceous Lin Xiaoman: "Wait! Leave that woman here! She's much prettier than those women in the comfort room."

As soon as these words were spoken, the Japanese guards licked their lips and smirked.

Chu Yang said coldly, "Even when you're about to die, you're still thinking about that little thing in your crotch? You Japanese really do keep your traditions very firmly in place."

The bearded man was so angry he laughed.

"Hahaha, you see, I told you long ago that these pigs from Great Xia can't do anything but brag."

"Hold him down, I'm going to chop off his hands and feet and stuff him in a jar! Let's see if he's still so stubborn! Get him!"

Upon receiving the order, the group moved, each wielding a weapon, and rushed forward.

Chu Yang glanced at the group and saw that, apart from the bearded leader who was at the Transformation Realm, the rest were all martial artists at the Dark Force and Manifest Force levels.

However, there are indeed too many people, so we need to be careful when dealing with them. There's always a bastard lurking in some corner ready to launch a sneak attack.

The Japanese love playing this game the most.

His body surged with true energy, covered by a layer of crimson-gold protective aura, as he prepared to have some fun.

"Xiaoman, you..."

He wanted Lin Xiaoman to back off a bit, lest she get carried away with the fighting and accidentally cause an accident.

Before he could finish speaking, a cloud of dark green mist leaped out from behind him and landed a short distance in front of him.

Chu Yang felt a ticklish sensation as his long, dark hair was blown by the breeze and brushed against the tip of his nose.

Her round, perky buttocks almost fit seamlessly against Chu Yang's body.

The bouncy texture made Chu Yang's heart flutter, and he quickly bent his butt back, feeling quite embarrassed.

Chu Yang had a premonition that Lin Xiaoman, who was ruthless and taciturn, seemed to be up to something.

At the same time, the shouts of battle all around were so loud they made people's eardrums hurt.

"boom--!"

Centered on Lin Xiaoman, a cloud of dark green mist suddenly exploded, like a boulder being thrown into a calm body of water.

The dark green ripples spread out instantly.

Before the Japanese pirates could figure out what was going on, they were already enveloped in the poisonous fog.

The Japanese pirates at the forefront let out heart-wrenching screams.

Their skin sizzled and melted like wax, turning into a bloody mess in an instant.

More than a hundred guards were killed in a matter of minutes, their deaths extremely tragic.

Lin Xiaoman's black hair moved without wind, and her empty eyes reflected the mess on the ground.

The bearded man reacted quickly, being the first to retreat. The poisonous fog had left half of his face a bloody mess, revealing his bare bones.

He immediately pressed the switch in his hand.

That was an early warning device connected to the "Four Shadow Blades".

At that very moment, Lin Xiaoman appeared before him like a ghost, grabbing his arms with both hands.

The incredibly strong bearded man tried to break free, only to find himself gripped tightly as if by hydraulic clamps. He couldn't believe that the seemingly frail woman in front of him possessed such strength.

The next moment, he let out a miserable scream.

Lin Xiaoman exerted force with both arms.

"Sizzle—!"

The bearded man's two arms were forcibly torn off.

Lin Xiaoman did not stop, but repeated the same method.

By the time Chu Yang arrived, the man with the thick beard had become a "human stick".

Because Lin Xiaoman's methods were too violent, the bearded man died in agony in less than half a minute.

Looking at Lin Xiaoman, who was covered in blood, Chu Yang was both amused and exasperated.

Currently, Lin Xiaoman's area-of-effect attack skills seem incredibly powerful.

Lin Xiaoman has passed her ability test today.

But Chu Yang was a little unsure just how high Lin Xiaoman's current intelligence level was.

Although she couldn't communicate verbally, Lin Xiaoman seemed to understand everything she saw and heard.

Chu Yang pulled Lin Xiaoman to the FD108 shelf.

The entire shelf was neatly arranged with no fewer than a hundred wooden crates.

Chu Yang deftly pried open the first wooden crate marked "FD-CH023".

Ten volumes of yellowed silk books were neatly stacked.

Chu Yang carefully unfolded half a foot of silk. The ink marks on the silk were like dragons soaring in the wind, and the paper, though it had been used for a thousand years, still retained its charm.

"Did those Japanese dogs even dig up the burial copies from the Tang emperor's tomb?"

The second wooden crate, "FD-CH071", was opened.

Inside the box, on a golden nanmu wood frame, sits a white jade Buddha head with lowered, compassionate eyes and a dignified appearance.

The marks where the Buddha's head and neck were broken are still fresh—this is clearly the real Shakyamuni statue that was stolen from the grotto last month!

When the third box, "FD-CH109," was revealed, Chu Yang's pupils contracted slightly.

Inside the box, on a yellow silk lining, lies a bronze square zun with animal mask design. Its shape is majestic, and the green rust mottled reveals a solemn and dignified presence.

Chu Yang exclaimed in surprise, "Ah!"

Before him lay the legendary "Dragon-Seeing Cauldron".

Legend has it that there are six Dragon Cauldrons in total: the Hidden Dragon Cauldron, the Appearing Dragon Cauldron, the Vigilant Dragon Cauldron, the Abyss Dragon Cauldron, the Flying Dragon Cauldron, and the Overbearing Dragon Cauldron.

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

According to legend, the gathering of the six dragon cauldrons is not as simple as alchemy; it can unleash the true dragon's energy and has endless wonders.

Prior to this, he only knew of one Yuanlong Cauldron; the other five cauldrons had long since disappeared and were not recorded in any books over the past century.

Therefore, he had no illusions.

Seeing the second Dragon Cauldron today rekindled his desire to collect all the Dragon Cauldrons.

Extreme Yang Qi and True Dragon Qi share the same origin, both stemming from the true fire of the sun.

If one could integrate the true dragon's energy into their body and then temper and harmonize it with the Nine Yin Pill, they would be the greatest person in all of history.

He had just thought of this when he heard a whooshing sound coming from the cargo hold ceiling!

Chu Yang suddenly looked up and saw three dark figures swooping down like owls, their chilling blade energy already locking onto his vital points.

"Good timing!"

Chu Yang shouted loudly, transforming into a streak of crimson-gold light, and leaped up to meet the attack head-on.

Three bone-piercing needles shot out.

The metal clanged together, creating a deafening explosion that shook the entire cargo hold.

The seemingly ordinary bone-piercing needle was as powerful as a thousand-pound hammer. The three black figures were simultaneously shaken, their tiger's mouths split open, and they hurriedly dodged, looking utterly disheveled.

Chu Yang landed steadily and calmly, looking at the three men in black who had almost lost their footing.

"So you're the 'Four Shadow Blades'?"